Friday, January 14, 2011

may your first sandwich be a masculine sandwich..





well, its a new year. ya. i'm fucking pumped, how about you? can't wait to see what new holes i am slated to dig, and climb out of this time. wah! i know, i just don't fucking care anymore. the mere fact that there is a calendar pisses me off anymore. why bother? anniversaries, holidays, its all schlupp. i have no use for it. and think you would be better too if you didn't either. what's it all for? where's the point? i think, when i am happy, that the day is what i make of it. that's all. what "prefix" is attatched to the word "day", does not make it anymore or less than a day. ehhhhh..... i'm awful i know. trust me. i know, more than anyone.

but then, there's art....

and here is some new art for you, from all over, all sorts of different flavors, complementary angles and textures. acidity to cut rich, delectable fats. intriguing spice, juxtaposed against sweet, to banish the cloying and saccharine.

here is your first sandwich. unctuous, yet clean. rich and yet somehow light. i suggest that you ingest these as they're given (together i mean, not necessarily in any order), like a sandwich. the chemistry is carefully calculated and in some cases, respectively, the co-existence is the best existence.

bon apetit

Montgomery Clunk, Superbus ep 2010
Bucharest, Romania

Monty is laying down some of the most tasteful beats i've heard in this flooded space. beat driven, glitch hop-y, two step-y, lo-fi-y stuff is in every dorm room, and on every laptop of every kid who can count, has a program, and can read at a sixth grade level. but true taste and talent is the cream that rises to the top of this crowded room, and mc is that foamy apex. we will call this the first of one of your sauces. a garlic dill aioli.

Pill Wonder, Jungle/Surf 2010
Seattle, WA

pill wonder is what i would be doing on a monday morning at 3:45 am, if i lived alone and could record music at that time. these are the type of silly sounds i need in my life, and so do you. and it's not just silliness, there is some really good songwriting in here too. and you don't have to take it from me, its on alot of "best of" lists for the year. this is one of your crunchy elements....alfalfa sprouts.


Shannon and the Clams, I Wanna Go Home 2010
Oakland, CA

our camera finds del shannon grudge fucking ronnie spector on the crumpled hood of a red 99 ford focus with a glad bag over the passenger window, while the tape player hisses, cracks, and blasts the the mummies. the grinding shakes the bottle of cheap whiskey off the roof of the sub-compact and the sound of broken glass ushers in the first, and only, chords of "shake." listen to this! over and over and over. salty, sexy, crispy, devilish bacon.


Tennis, Cape Dory 2010
Denver, CO???????

great. 60's dream pop. the girl that is singing should move into my brain, and narrarate my entire life. it pays well i promise, girl, if you are listening. just name your price. really good record all the way through, not so seasonal for northeners like myself at the moment, but who fucking cares? aren't we in this thing to escape anyhow? and how seamless this record is will only accomadate such excursions even more. these guys will make this sound bigger than it already is. i am sure of it. tart and creamy. this is both your cool baby swiss slice, and your playful bruschetta schmear. equal parts, sauce #2, and unifying, glorious cheese.



Dunebuggy, S/T 2009
Hoboken, NJ

dunebuggy is sugary greatness i stumbled upon a while ago on another blog of greater stature (www.blowyrgourd.blogspot.com) . this is a cassette for sure, and it listens as such, but in all the best ways, just give it a try and you'll see. fuzzy thick garage tones, applied to organ-driven sock-hop blankets. winter will recoil at your new bolstered defenses. snow has yet to see such an adversary. these songs(/covers?) will warm and cool at the same time. its like you've found the ripest haas in this mitten in january. everyone at your next gathering will appreciate such summer in your winter guacamole. test it. dunebuggy is proudly your avacodo.




Yuck, S/T 2011
_______, NJ

yuck is fucking awesome. so much better than i think they even know. solid songs, this doesn't sound like the pixies, but if you are in that mood i think they would satisfy. this album is so good, thought i must admit that i love the slacker jams, and miss something when some of the ballads play, they are good but the energy just doesn't do as much for me, but then i've always been that type. someone once called me emotionless. maybe she was right. or maybe she was just a giant piece of shit, and yuck has yet to figure themselves out as a sensitive entity, not that i care, because as a fuzzy defected, just-enough, pop, i think they are delicious. and full of replay value, that is why i have dubbed them your turkey. maybe something peppered, or mesquite.




Charles Bradley, No Time For Dreaming 2011
Gainesville, FL

a sandwich can be made, or broke by its bread. this one requires something hearty, flavorful, and textural. something with some oats, and nuts, and maybe lightly toasted. charles bradley is it. this is a soul record that just came out, or maybe not even out yet, but no matter, you will have trouble believing that is anything less than 35 years old. sharon jones is ok, but CB is single handedly restoring credibility to soul in the current. this record is classic, and relevant. The man's fingers grace the pages of all the greats, and picks up all sorts of little fragments, swallows them and then belts out his unforgettable voice all over you, displaying glimmers of solomon burke, al green, david ruffin, sam cooke, otis redding, james brown, and just about every one else who has ever SANG the blues. i may listen to this record for the rest of my life. just like brownberry oat nut, i don't want it everyday, i just don't ever want to NOT have it. your bread.

add your own lettuce, i can't bear to compare art to lettuce.

happy mlk day

love,

daver